Shielding from the light, I wanted to finally ask
The consuming revelations a question:
Why me?
But all they ever do is chuckle these
Deep rumbles colored too much
For heather,
To be prominent with no tangerine,
Or lilac,
But dandelions?
They grind them through their teeth
Till reality becomes more than
An ellipses
Of golden values.
Songs that flutter a relieved life.
Useless to many since of the questions,
And furrowed brows for
Never did they wonder
Till now.
Bubbles rising higher,
Multiply through the sky,
Focusing on each one till they merge into
One big facade.
You say it was a
It rings slow and steady,
Matching to my rocking.
A folded shelter forbidding the entry of you.
Blinking once-
Twice,
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